Poet as gift

I give this poem to the lost word – to its bearing and ball – & I give it to last a forever that is more river than eye – I keep this poem as found word – as wet as river – to sing the word into a poem – sink it as a stone would – would it not? to bring the word into a poem – brink of being word or wordstone – to stagger onward with the word as if it was the last one & the first – a poem is lost in the trees – it does not know how to wait to listen to believe in ether – give me one branch of one tree & I will give you a rainforest – give me one wordbranch of one song – speak into the hollow wind – howl it stories of lost trees & lost poems – the wind will whisper it to the other –

9 comments on “Poet as gift

  1. adminclouds says:

    Lovely this one. It works to as a poem to our lost world, which seems more lost every moment. Very beautiful.

    • huzaifazoom says:

      … thanks 🙂 It’s written in the spirit of reciprocity with all-that-is in the hope that we might be able to play our small part in putting things right.

  2. unfetteredbs says:

    Really love this piece. Saving it. There is hope and goodness in your words.
    Hope all is well in your corner

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